Like a silent shadow, tied to my ankle, creeping up the back
Then right in front, they prod and prod for delight
And I give in
Walking the tarmac, sensing the sense
I seek out, in the wanderlust, a soul for pence
My thoughts drunk on ecstasy
kindle the bodily desire, rekindle the fantasy
In my mind, I imagine women… men… children
In the crowd, on the lift, I endure the heat
Past the post office, down the distance
streets send me the sounds of a seductress
Behind the damp walls, dirty sheets
I bargain for the starved and sacrifice heat
the ambers out and about
felt, drenched and ending the scout
Done with it, hurried out of there
I arrive home scented and simple
A family man- pious and perfect
Enjoying devotion that flows out ample
Heave myself on the undemanding soul
Deeming what else can the demand dole?
Back on the streets, I shout at them
I ask them to undress their mothers and sisters
They shout back at me with equal vigour
We all agree, applauds of sinister
We must undress our mothers and sisters
We ideal sons and brothers. We misters
In the parks, on theatre seats, such blatant obscenity, such shameful tacts
I beat them up, I blacken their face, they lovers pulling off the newest act
Masculine women, feminine men, I abhor the way they digress
Pink parade, unnatural yearns, it’s the way they seek and access
They say free your body, free your soul
Accept us humans, as your own
But how do I? Progeny of Rathi and Manmata
heir of Bhagirath and Shikhandi
guardian of Kamasutra and Rig Veda
how do I accept all that my own
On the streets, they are still seeking each other’s mothers and sisters
How can I tell them I got to change, I got to surrender
So I step back, I don’t muster
In my mind, I imagine… I undress… women… men…. children
